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Monday, January 7, 2013

Teaser Tuesday - Hector - 1/8/13

Happy Teaser Tuesday!!!

Okay so I'm having a really hard time finding excerpts that tease y'all enough without giving too much away! So this weeks is on the short side. I'd make it longer but anything before and anything after would just be too much of a spoiler for you guys! Sorry!

Disclaimer: Once again parts of this may change when I get into the rewrites and this is UNedited!

So the set up: This is just after one of the other 5th Street boys fights in the locker room. The rest is self explanatory. And why the picture of angry Bernardo? I just think it fits this excerpt perfectly. In this scene Charlee and Hector are still only just friends but well... you know my guys. =/

It was such a rush that it wasn’t until everything
had calmed and they were all in the training room again that Hector thought of
Charlee again. Even then, he’d still been busy listening to Noah’s take on the
fight when something Santos said hit him like an electric current.

“Did you see Nestor trying to talk to the
redhead?” Santos laughed then said something in a lowered voice.

“What was that?” Hector asked, moving away from
Noah, Abel, and Gio and toward Santos. Santos looked at him confused. “What did
you just say?”

Santos smiled again. “About Nestor?”

“Yeah,” Hector already felt irritated, and he
didn’t even hear the second part, but whatever it was, Santos found it amusing
as shit.

“He’s out there hitting on some redhead.”

“Right now?”

Santos nodded. “Last I saw—”

“Is she with another girl?” Hector started
walking before Santos even answered. “A blonde?” The odds of there being more
than one redhead out there were slim, but they did have a big crowd tonight.

“Yeah, they’re like the only two white chicks
out there. Why? You know them?”

Ignoring Santos, Hector rushed around some more
guys coming into the training room. He needed to warn Charlee about Nestor.
Just then Nestor walked into the training room, smiling big. This was even better.
He’d warn Nestor about Charlee.

Nestor smiled at Hector. “Looks like I’ll be
getting laid tonight.”

“You think so?” Hector asked ready to slam
Nestor against the wall.

“Oh yeah,” Nestor continued, smiling big.

Nestor almost walked past him, but Hector
stepped in front of him. “And what makes you think that?”

Nestor backed up a step, pinching his brows.
“Because I just invited some chicks to a keg party tonight, and they said they’d
be there.” What had turned into a somewhat defensive expression eased into a smirk
and Nestor added. “Hell, I may even have me a twofer.”

“Really?” Hector did his best to sound as calm
as he could. “The redhead you were talking to out there?”

Nestor’s smiled. “Yeah, Charlee.”

Just hearing him say her name made Hector want
to punch him in the fucking throat. “Charlee ismy friend which means she’s off limits
to you.” He turned to the other guys who were listening also and raised his
voice a notch. “To all of you.” Nestor began to frown, pushing Hector’s
agitation to another level. Speaking louder and more demanding, he took a step
closer to the idiot. “You have a problem with that, Nestor?”

Abel, Noah, and Gio were now looking at them too,
and the training room got quiet.

“Nah, man,” Nestor said, glancing around as if
he’d just realized who he was talking to. “I just didn’t know—”

“Well, now you do. And stay away from her
friend while you’re at it.” Hector wasn’t even sure why he added that last part,
but Drew was Charlee’s friend, and for that reason alone, he didn’t want this
asshole taking advantage of her either.

Nestor stared at him for a little too long
without saying anything. The tension in the room was so thick it was a living
thing, and at the moment, it held its breath. Hector saw Abel making a move. No
one knew Hector better than Abel. If Nestor so much as said the wrong thing
right now, shit was going down because Hector’s patience was spent. This guy
either agreed right now or Hector would make him.

Nestor gave him a very stiff nod before turning
to Santos then back to Hector. “You got it.”

Hector stared at him hard. He didn’t trust
Nestor as far as he could throw him, and the way Hector felt right then he
could probably heave Nestor clear across the room.